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It was Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman, and he had carried it with him throughout the war. It had even taken a bullet for him once. He rubbed the cover, dusting it off just a little. Then he let the book open randomly and read the words in front of him: This is thy hour O Soul, thy free flight...

Coast It was early October 1946, and Noah Calhoun watched the fading sun sink lower from the wraparound porch of his plantation‐style home . He liked to sit here in the evenings, especially after working hard all day, and let his thoughts wander without conscious direction. It was how he...

The excitement of the morning always upsets her, and today is no exception. Finally, the shade is opened and the nurses walk out. Both of them touch me and smile as they walk by. I wonder what this means. I sit for just a second and stare at her, but she doesn't return the look. I understand...